Day after day...night after night...I can feel all my selves slipping away. If it were just the grid, I could maybe fight it, but I ask the girls if they've ordered the power supply yet, and I'm being given various shades of no. "We're looking at a couple models", they've said. Then that became "No, not yet". One of them is hoping to catch a friend for "troubleshooting".
I have no computer and I must scream.
And in RL (more or less), the world is on fire. And all I can do is watch, and send emails to my Congressional reps, and mend. There is an insane level of mending that built up before my carpal tunnel surgery. And after...well, I'm still sewing everything by hand.
So my my
But that's enough of that, I'm getting more bored of talking about it than I am of talking about the eternal headache. I just...want...time...to breathe.
But hey, Vibes is on Tubi, so it's not all bad.
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